You don’t know me.
I don’t know you.
Perhaps you know me, but you still don’t know me.
Everyday we cross paths and I try to keep you in my memory.
This is the world of alternative destinies. The illusion that you keep of me is a flickering flame of a candle. One day, we will wither away like dead flowers. I’m hearing you speak and we put on our show every time we meet.
You don’t know me.
I don’t know you.
I’m in this world. But you’re in which world?
Everyday we cross paths and my memory is faltering.
This is the world of blind mirrors and shattered truths. You are holding on to an old memory, a glimpse of a perfect reality. I’m here and you were near. Now, your voice sounds like an echo of a blessed symphony.
Tick tock, tick tock.
It’s me again.
I’ve come back to haunt you.
I am somebody that you used to know.
Do you still love me?
Let us cross paths again.
When you will meet me, I will be a reflection of your sorrows and anxieties from an old dream that no longer exists.
You don’t know me.
I don’t know you.
We’re in this darkness and whirlwind of the past, present and future together. I’ll stand in front of you but the show is different again. The fog of my visage will reflect nothing but an illusion created by your own mind. Was I not just your dream?
Create me again.
Spin the wheel of fortune.
Because.
I don’t know you.
You don’t know me.